I'm slightly terrified at the thought that I'm literally posting a full body, bathing-suit-clad, 23-week-pregnant, looking-36-week-pregnant, solo shot of myself. Especially because, just by doing so, my ever ego-boosting friends will feel obligated to tell me that I look great and am all belly. Which everyone knows only happens to Angelina Jolie who should have died of starvation during pregnany if she were human. But I'm still doing it, posting the picture. Some of you have commented on how you'd like to see my expanding size, and I know I always do of other pregnant women, so I am... delivering. And the swim suit? Well it seems to be what I'm wearing most days this summer, and it might in some ways be less offensive than the hugeness that amounts when you put a billowy peasant shirt, or something of that sort, over this body.
So I went to the doctor yesterday, after spending that week in Florida with Lacy and Joe who enjoy food almost as much as I do, and I did indeed, suffer consequences on the scale. I've debated what's the lesser of two evils. Now that you've seen this picture of me, is it better that I let you believe I haven't gained much at all, that I'm terribly lucky, or better yet disciplined? But then you think my normal body is not a far stretch from this one. Hmmm. Or do I admit the vast increase and by doing so, admit my utter lack of self-control and disregard for normal-sized servings of icecream? It was a tough call, but I decided on the latter.
At 23 weeks pregnant (5 1/2 months or so)
Weight gain: duh duh duh... 18 pounds!
Size of uterus: soccer ball
Size of baby: carrot (but last week it said banana and the week before said coconut, is my baby getting smaller or is BabyCenter growing there own crops of tiny coconuts and huge carrots?)
Movement: She kicks me all the time, Ross can feel it on the outside if he's patient enough to leave his hand in one spot for long enough, apparantly it's hard sometimes to touch your wife for that long when you're trying to watch a show... Just kidding Ross.
Complaints: Sigh. Where do I begin? Just kidding, I'm really to the stage where I'm loving it. The heartburn is the worst consistent discomfort, but nothing a constant fix of Zantec can't help. :) Feeling ligament pains on my sides, thought I was just constantly in a state of over-eating, which might be part of it, but I think they are officially the ligament pains. Various back pains, but those seem to be part of my life regardless and 18 pounds can't help. Lots of trips to the loo (sp?), a few calf cramps, but mostly I'm just grinning all day as a second little girl kicks lovely rythms in my belly. I LOVE that part. Where you lie in bed after your husband falls asleep and realize you're just hangin' with this very wakeful baby in your belly that no one else can feel or really know yet...
Motherhood. Even considering the nausea, weight gain, heartburn, breakouts you never had in highschool, looking like an idiot in your yoga class, etc... we really are lucky.
And I know, since Florida, I'm far too blog-happy.